"How could I forget? What is it? Did something happen to him?" Xie Gong was the lacquerware craftsman Chu Chen had specifically wanted to hire. How could Chu Chen possibly forget him? Hearing Uncle Wu say that, he thought something had happened to Xie Gong's grandson. Naturally, he was worried.
Uncle Wu smiled and shook his head. "Nothing happened. It's just that his grandson is almost recovered. He came to the shop three days ago and asked when he could start working."
"Oh, so that's what it was. You scared me! I'll call him later and tell him to rest for two more days. We'll talk after I've arranged his studio!"
Hearing that, Chu Chen felt relieved. Thinking back, if he hadn't treated Xie Gong's grandson with acupuncture twice, even if the boy had improved, he couldn't have recovered so quickly.
Uncle Wu said with a smile, "You don't need to worry about this. After Old Xie came over that day, he had us take him around the studio we'd planned for him. Then he wrote down some of the tools and materials needed to make carved lacquerware. He said that once you came back and confirmed the list, he could come over as soon as everything was ready."
Chu Chen chuckled. "He's in too much of a hurry!"
Uncle Wu said, "I thought so too. I advised him to wait a few more days, but he said that great kindness needed no thanks, and there was nothing to do at home anyway. Starting work sooner would save him from wasting time at home."
For an employer, someone with Xie Gong's temperament was undoubtedly ideal, and Chu Chen was happy about it. Since Xie Gong wanted this, he was glad to accommodate him. However, he wasn't the kind of person